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throat as his thumb presses into the dip at the base.
    “Crabby.”
    “You’re beautiful Emily… All of you.”
    With a tentative smile, I raise my eyes to Crabby’s and fail to breathe as I watch the awe in his gaze. His eyes glaze over while his nostrils flare as his breathing becomes heavy. His gaze flickers over my body, coming to linger at my junction. Shyness hits me as I attempt to squeeze my legs together, the cast stopping them from closing altogether, and as I pull my hips up, it causes my pussy to raise a little, causing Crabby to groan as his fingers leave my throat to sweep over the closed flesh which hides my clit, and the truth of my arousal.
    “Crabby.”
    “Talk to me Apple-Pie. Tell me what you feel.”
    “Everything. I feel everything. My body is hot and I ache. My tits ache Crabby. My stomach is home to a thousand creepies. I can’t move my legs for the quiver which runs through them”
    As I speak, Crabby breaks his hold on my pussy to bring his hands up to my tits. Where he lifts and balances the weight in his hands, jiggling them as his thumb brushes the tips.
    “What would you like me to do Apple –Pie?”
    “Anything and everything.”

Chapter 7
    Fuck. Sex is sex I tell myself. Yet with Apple-Pie it’s a lot more than sex. It was about commitment. Would I be able to walk away? Walk away, walking away wasn’t in the equation. Five years I’ve gone without sex and if it was sex, I was after; I could have had it any time over the last three weeks. Fuck, the club skanks have been coming on to me like a rash since my release.
    No, what I wanted from Apple-Pie was more than sex. There was so much more to the woman who was lying beside, spread out on the bed like a siren. Her dark hair tumbling around her. Blue eyes which were greedily eating me. Her pale flesh quivering. Fuck, even the dark purple plaster cast didn’t deter from who she was.
    With a groan, I lowered my head and kissed Apple-Pie on the lips. It was a slow kiss. Our touch tentative as we explored the inner caverns of our mouths. Gently, I release her lips, and trail my tongue to her ear as I nibble on the flesh of her ear lobe. Wanting to be closer, I climb on to the bed and place my body between her legs, which willingly spread for me. Slowly I move to her throat and lick at the salty texture, tasting and savoring the sweaty drops. When Apple-Pie’s breathing hitches, I lap at the pulse at her throat. My hands finding and linking our fingers together. My cock is throbbing, demanding to be sheathed inside the luscious body beneath me, but I hold back, sucking harder on the flesh as desire shoots through me.
    The way Apple-Pie thrust her hips up to me, is not helping my cock as it bounces back in response. Apple-Pie has a price to pay and slowly I path my way down her body until I come to rest at the opening of her pussy. Her body jerks violently when my fingers spread her plump lips.
    “Are you okay Apple-Pie?”
    “Shit Crabby. Rayven never said I’d feel like this. That I’d crave for your touch to ease the throb.”
    Delighted with her answer, I smile against the dampness which was leaking out. My tongue snaked out for a pre- taste as Apple-Pie’s hands gripped tight on to mine.
    “Crabby.”
    “Are you throbbing Apple-Pie.”
    Apple-Pie’s musky scent hits me as she attempts to relax her body against me.
    “Would you like me to ease the throb Apple-Pie?”
    “Please.”
    As she answers me, Apple-Pie spreads her legs a little further and that was all I needed before my tongue found her sweet core. As my tongue reaches out to lick the tender fleshes, Apple-Pie releases my hands to grip on to my hair. Her hips rising to meet my tongue. Now that my hands are free, I place them under Apple-Pie’s ass and raise her hips as I greedily suck and lick at her pussy. Finding and pressing against the hard nub of her clit.
    “Crabby.”
    “Shush Apple-Pie, it’s going to be fine.”
    “That’s alright for you to say.